Dreaming past snow drifts
Framing the distance
Closer than tomorrow
Touching my skin
Through soft woolen mittens
Ski jacket hugs, turtleneck wishes
Snow angel dreams and icicle kisses
Slipping my heart inside of your pocket
Where it is warm, safe and secure
Calling in echoes
Across the white valley
Listen to the wind
Feel the wintry whispers
Touching your skin
All you watch so Touching
And mine is Touching too...
All you feel was Touching
And I'm feel was Touching too...
All you touch was Touching
All I touch was Touching too...
Every day...Toucing too...
What isn't Touching us?
If every day and everythink
So Touching realy much
But not making water under eyes
A touch is enough for a rush to send me reeling.
I've been wheeling and dealing my way through chaos only to have found Myself knee-deep in it.
I'm dying to get out,
Lying to try to save myself,
And fighting to get to you.
A touch is enough of a rush to send me to Heaven,
Enough of a rush to render me utterly speechless.
I have touched and been felt
up the one side
fed grapes by naked nymphs on
Mount Vesuvius , well, almost, it
is in my head along with Sunflowers
painted by Van Gogh,
Poems varying from Dylan to
telephone calls to home
or memories of a log cabin
on Silver Lake in the middle of Michigan.
Or is it all made up?
Funny looking back through so many years,
it is all so clear,
or is it?
I take your hand in mine and it belongs there.
I nuzzle at your neck and feel your silken hair
And I know we belong together.
When I feel you touch me like a feather
Or I trace your smile with my finger tips,
Or we touch with just our lips;
When the very skin and hair and fragrance
Of our bodies declare it, there’s no denial;
We belong . . .
Together . . .
Forever . . .
©2013 Michael S Davis